Thursday, July 29, 2004

I have given birth to Mothra.

I knew she was big when I had her--8 pounds and 8 ounces of healthy baby, whereas my first baby was 6-13. But she keeps growing! At this growth rate and extraordinary level of strength, she will end up working out at Gold's Gym while the other children are playing Ring-Around-the-Rosie. In height and weight both, she tops out the charts.

I always had a suspicion that this one would be my athlete, my running buddy, my field hockey star. At four months, I'm ready to sign her up for some college scholarships. My beautiful little Amazon! You will kick the other babies' butts! You will rule the daycare, and then the world!

So excited to see that you are back online after your break and birth. Congrats on your new little one. Jay and I are expecting our first in March so I'll be enjoying living vicariously through you until then!

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.